I don't know if the loquat I ate when I was 17 was in early summer or late summer.
Dragonflies were flying overhead, and weeds were growing crazily on the school playground.
The sky is so blue and the air is still so stuffy.
—Look.
—What are you looking at?
-Look, this loquat carries a lot of my youth.
Concept: Love doesn't have to be dramatic